From my youth up; my whole life hath been filled with a succession of deadly calamities. O Lord, take some pity upon me, and let me have a little breathing space before I die. I suffer thy terrors upon my mind and conscience, which do accompany and aggravate my outward miseries.
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Psalms 88:15
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.